Warren Ellis' book came out yesterday. I think I'll head off to Powell's to buy it.
I'm moving in with the lass, and things are starting to get a little more tense. Not in a 'oh god won't you just die!' sort of way. More like: Hey, boyfriend, shut up and listen to me for a bit!
Which, of course, I didn't quite hear, so I'm wondering why we're talking about the same thing for 10 minutes. To me; everything is going to be fine, all we have to do is do it. So I'm trying to exude calm, but at some point I just start thinking this is all funny...which might not have been my best recourse of action. Sometimes, my charm and wit really go over better in person than over the phone.
Something to work on. Which is good; I think the sign of a good life is a few projects you just never get around to completion.
/and my inability to enter the verification letters on the first try continues